Saturday, May 22, 2010

Saturday, May 15, 2010

May 15, 2010, 12:33 - 1:33 am

It all starts with the longing for human contact
A presence, a conversation, a casual touch
Bleeding into a series of simultaneous actions
The background noise of documentary footage covering the 80s
The overlay of a genuine yet bad rendition of a song from 1967
While the discussion of the 80s is merely a period piece from 2000
The layer of sounds continue in a vacant space
A strong nostalgia for 2006 looms in my thoughts
As a 2009 issue of Art in America falls from a shelf
Noise emanating from improperly tuned drums and guitar
Bordering on moments of musical rhythm and painful irritation
Background footage turns to a looped DVD menu playing over and over
Sound increasing and booming leaches toward deafening damage to the ears
I am reminded of a time of making love while a looping DVD menu plays
The nostalgia for 2005 returns
Realizing the entire past decade has been a period of period pieces
Nothing but a performance in understanding
Pulling out of the age of anxiety to fully reinventing someone else
The stage is set with an audience ready and eager for what is to come
Unaware that it is to bring no greater change in the human condition
There will always be death, destruction, and war
There is noting special about anyone’s actions
Some get noticed and some don’t
Among the layers of sounds one stands out
A pitch unique enough to break through hail crashing down on the roof
To break past the most beautiful symphony
To transcend the gorgeous noise of rock
Like nails on a chalk board penetrating the soul
Close to an alarm, a synthetic sound jerking you awake

-Ron Longsdorf, May 15, 2010.